Thank you for helping me with the most mundane tasks, without belittling or making me feel useless.
Thank you for learning how to shampoo my excessively long, tangled hair.
Thank you for learning how to brush the tangles out.
Thank you for understanding when I make a crazy statement like "I want to get a handle to attach to the lid of my deodorant." and knowing why I'd want such a thing -- to help get those tight lids off when my hands are weak and swollen.
Thank you for cuddling up with me before going to bed at night with no demand or expectation of anything beyond simply being close physically.
Thank you for bending a dozen times a day to pick up something I dropped or cannot reach.
Thank you for getting up or hollering up a girl to get me something I need.
Thank you for helping me to find the silver linings in life and keeping perspective of how significant the change is in my life and also how it can co-exist with those things I can still be capable of.
Thank you for reading the paranoid, curious, or anxious articles, symptom lists, and treatments.
Thank you for enabling the stockpile of small joys -- books, puzzle games, Dr Pepper, waffle-related entertainment.
Thank you for being you.
Thank you for being mine.
